This place was more than a little bit ridiculous. It was also unsettling. Ruby was used to moving quickly from one place to another, but she was usually the one doing it. It hadn't been her this time, and she didn't think it had been Lucifer either; it certainly hadn't been Sam or Dean. Unless they'd managed to kill her, which they'd been very close to doing, and this was where demons went when they died. It certainly wasn't hell, and she didn't have any expectations of heaven either, obviously. Nor was it quite like what she'd expected purgatory to look like, but she didn't think her knife would send her to purgatory. It was meant to kill demons, as in, erase them from existence so that she would never have to deal with them again. So the best explanation was that, somehow, someone had zapped her away just in time to avoid dying.
She followed the crowd towards the plaza, staying near the back, at the outskirts of the crowd. There were a hell of a lot of different types of beings in there, enough to overwhelm her senses a little, and she had no interest in being trampled, trapped, or randomly smited by some angel type. There was definitely some sort of powerful, angelic kind of presence around somewhere, she could feel it. Maybe more than one. There was only one angel she knew of who would appreciate her, and she was fairly certain he wasn't here. She really didn't want to tangle with the other types.
Jack's little speech answered most of her questions, even some she hadn't even asked. So, it had been magic that brought her here, and it had nothing to do with what she'd just been doing. Probably most people (she used the term 'people' loosely) didn't even know what she'd been doing. Which meant that probably none of them were specifically out for her head, and if she was careful, she could probably keep it that way. She also needed to make sure that whenever they did reverse the magic that had brought her here, it didn't send her right back to where she'd come from. Preferably a great distance from where she'd come from, in fact, or at the very least to a different part of the room, so that she had the ability to fight back. It had looked like she was going to die right before the good part started, and she really wasn't too happy with that. If being alive meant being in a weird place where dismemberment was hardly even frowned upon, then she'd figured out a way to deal. Though she had no interest in being the demon that any of these people 'communed' with.
She edged around to the side, watching everyone around her warily out of the corner of her eye, until she could see Jack a little better. Then she crossed her arms and called out, "Just one question. Where can a girl get some french fries around here?"
Because no one had been able to answer that question, and really it was the only one that mattered to her at the moment. If she was going to have to deal with all of this crazy business, then at the very least she wanted some fries with that.